The ice is getting thinner

We're not the same, dear, as we used to be
the seasons have changed and so have we
there was little we could say and even less we could do,
to stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you

We bury our love in the wintery grave, a lump in the snow was all that remained
but we stayed by its side as the days turned to weeks
and the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we'd speak

And when spring arrived
we were taken by surprise when the floes under our feet bled into the sea
and nothing was left for you and me

We're not the same, dear,
and it seems to me, there's nowhere we can go with nothing underneath
and it saddens me to say but we both know, it's true
that the ice was getting thinner
under me and you